And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care
You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air
They offered me a mill, just starin' at the duck
I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what
I wna make a mill everyday i get paper thrill
Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still
If i get a mill it's because of my own hunger
I never use a fork i always spoon her
Yo bitch love me..... she my number one fan,.... uhh *meek mill*
To make karma come faster than she normally will
We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between
All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen
The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly
Once as a slave who imagined being free
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